Little Stories from Big Hearts

For Better or for Worst

You took the first step that made me realized I deserved better.
You were the one who took what I gave to you and didn't know what to do with it, so you made the decision of throwing it away.
Salty drops of water walk down the cheeks you once kissed, reminding me that their presence wasn't a good sign.
Reminding me they weren't brought up from happiness.
A bad taste on my palate made me realize that our kiss was prohibited. Everything you always do is that way, you don't care at all while I care too much.
You should care more, I should care less.
I tiptoe every time I'm around you, afraid that the sharp glass of your words might cut me deeper than needed.
While writing I start thinking about what positive thing I should say about you, but I've already written how great you (we)/(a)re, now is time to switch and grow.
For better or for worst.